She said, pouting, “You’re such a big bully!”
And stroked her groin, dark, strange and wooly.
“Alright! I give in!
You can have me! You win!”
As she opened herself to him fully.
Tag: masturbation
Self-abuse
Masturbation does nobody harm,
Though it’s looked on by some with alarm;
It won’t make you go blind,
Make you feeble of mind,
And it doesn’t grow hair on your palm!
Industrialisation
A girl might, for the lack of a boy,
Use a humming, banana-shaped toy;
A fantastic appliance,
A marvel of science
All women can own and enjoy!
Still life
She got off, as a rule, on her own,
With her dildo, a bottle, a bone,
Or her finger, a shoe,
A zucchini would do,
A brush handle, a door-knob, her phone.
Straying hand
She said “Just slide your hand up a bit,
Till you come to a slippery slit.
No! You’re going off track!
You’re too far to the back!
Find the hair! Now you’re there! God! That’s it!”
Whatever
It began with an innocent hug;
Then they kissed, and she gave him a tug.
When he managed to say,
“Shall we go all the way?”
She replied, “If you like,” with a shrug.
Peek performance
Through a hole in the wall, as I peek
At her glistening, rounded physique,
As she utters a moan,
And climaxes alone,
I, too, come in my hand and grow weak.
Different strokes
Censorship is all mirrors and smoke,
Censors men wearing decency’s cloak,
Who watch porn all day long,
Call it evil and wrong,
But meanwhile, can’t resist a nice stroke.